"You didn't know either. It's not your fault." He let out another irritated sigh before finally reaching over, resting a hand on the side of her face lightly, carefully. "Just-- listen to me next time, huh?"

His tone was softer though. Didn't matter what the situation was, she was still alive, still here with him, and he was grateful for that at least. "You're okay now, Dean. I'm not going to let anything else hurt you."

Much as she liked being the one in control, the one taking care of everything, she didn't have that option here and he was going to do his damnedest to get her better.